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I want to here more of your story. *shrug* desperate times call for desperate measures.
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn't hear the music
lol. Well, you will get some more of it, although you might also get some scenes from other WIPs. I have Audrye and the team on my mind today. It’s a pity you don’t know them enough or I’d share A***n’s death as vengeance. Or maybe his mother’s. Or maybe Yosi’s nightmares as “character development”.
I am in a dangerous mood. XD
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
oooo, I love dangerous moods.
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn't hear the music
Yeah… We’ll see. XD I want you to love them before you know who dies. It’s a pity, because it’s such a great weapon. 😉
Ah well. To hear is to obey.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
@liberty X4 ?❄
"Don't shine so that others can see you. Shine so that through you, others can see Him." ~ C.S.L.
The birds tittered, the squirrels chattered, the wolves celebrated, the bears were content as the news spread across the forest: the one they loved had come to live in the forest. The Shapeshifter. His soft tread could be heard as he traveled beneath the boughs of the evergreens. He could be seen, in the form of a black wolf, following upon the heels of the silver leader of the pack. Sometimes, the squirrels came across him dozing with the fawns.
80 words
Confuzzled, RAE
(PS. Pfp by SelkieSeal on Unvale. My dear Chase ❤️?)*jumps around in snow*
*gets hit by snowball*
*falls into snow*
❄️ Yay! Another snowball! ❄️
Jara carried her pole over to where her brothers stood. Jara opened Cameron’s tackle box—retrieving a jar of worms from inside. As she weaved the worm onto her hook, she noticed a jar sitting in the grass beside the box. A label on the jar displayed the word “crickets” on it, in chicken scratch handwriting. Jara wiped her hands on her pants, and then laughed a little as she showed the jar to Kiran.
My 75 wordsies…
wa wawawa waaaa
@loopylin @mineralizedwritings @ellette-giselle
Ok y’all. I redid the math and I owe you collectively 900 words. Here’s 257 words, which heals me from whatever damage done by Min and Loopy’s snowballs and puts me toward toward finishing Elllette’s. XD
Just beware y’all. To my most recent calculations, I have 46 snowballs in the arsenal.
Sir Artur Kemp’s cold gray eyes warmed at the sight of his son. Wilhelm approached the desk with a little more confidence.
“You wanted to speak with me, Father?”
Sir Kemp held out a hand for his son. Wilhelm took it in his own little clammy one and winced when the contact irritated the blister on the side of his thumb. His father drew him up to sit beside him.
“I heard you fell asleep during lessons.”
“Yes, sir.” No use denying the obvious. It had never worked before.
“You are seven, son. Old enough to train with a sword, and old enough to know the value of instruction. The serf children never have this opportunity.”
“Yes, sir.”
The office was quiet for a moment. Wilhelm could just catch the sound of birdsong through the stony walls. Maybe his father was listening too because he stood and led his son to the nearest window. The glass was thick and wavy, cut into little diamond panes, but if Wilhelm laid an eye against one, he could see the courtyard outside. Kemp looked down at him with a strange, sad smile. He reached out to tossle the boy’s flaxen hair.
“It is a beautiful world, no?” The question was asked in the gentle tone the knight rarely used. Wilhelm turned from his pane.
“Yes, father.”
“We are protectors of this world, Wilhelm. We rule it as the king’s denizens. We cannot fail him. We cannot.” He bent to kiss Wilhelm’s forehead. “You are young. You are learning. Learn well.”
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
Why did you two target me? Is there something you want? like, something specific for me to write about or were you like “I’m gonna hit RAE!”
Confuzzled, RAE
(PS. Pfp by SelkieSeal on Unvale. My dear Chase ❤️?)WHAT!??? 4 balls? I’ve not even caught up on my 5 balls yet!!!!
“Do what is right, let the consequences follow.” -Truth and Treason
@liberty Hey, you’ve got to write the next scene! ?
"Don't shine so that others can see you. Shine so that through you, others can see Him." ~ C.S.L.
Okay, okay. I will. (I was wondering if that was why you hit me so much)
“Do what is right, let the consequences follow.” -Truth and Treason
Lord willing, I will work on it tomorrow.
“Do what is right, let the consequences follow.” -Truth and Treason
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